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addictive

Not every drop of water in all the vast oceans, Or every drop of dew and all precipitations,
Not every grain of sand in every desert be, Enough to convey how much you mean to me.
When i just can't stop smiling, and i still get butterflies in my stomach,
and that huge smile across my face every time, Enough to convey how much you really mean to me.
Something about you is so addictive.



Tuesday, February 2, 2010, 12:14 AM

It hurts so much to lose something that has been a part of me. Something that is so precious that I didn’t want to leave any marks on it. The only marks that left were all the memories between us for the past few months. Something which we just started on it for a new beginning. The place for me to poured out things when I just couldn’t put it into words. The only thing that accompanied me when I cried at 3am in the morning. The one that listens to all my cries, smiles, worries. All of my emotions. Little thing that connects the both of us. Little one that has become my favorite belonging.
There’s no use for me to blame myself or others. There’s no use to get mad at. I shouldn’t be holding on to it anymore. All of the sharing moments is gone just like that. I just have to accept the fact that it is gone though I still care about it. I have to accept it that this is part of life. This is just part of the obstacles. Many obstacles are yet to come. Even worse than this. I just have to keep strong.
To whoever the thing maybe with, I just hope it is in good hands.

p/s: I’m a little relieved that its not our first diary, where everything started.

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